Song for Hectorr

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Elton's John

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Please sing to the tune of "I Know It's Over"...

Oh Hectorr, I can feel my eyes glazing over again,
And as you start another empty thread
Oh well, enough said.
You know you're boring, still you cling
You don't know where else you can go.
Oh Hectorr, I can feel my eyes glazing over again
you must see, it's not just me
you're vile, you must trust me.
Do you think you're unhealthy?
Sad, failed, snide:you're so crappy.
Loathsome fool, you're a tool.
Louche, clownish knobhead;
Treat him swinely
(although he needs you
more than he loves you)
He is so boring
still he clings
he don't know where else he can go.
He is so boring
he's an excuse for a man.
But in his heart it was so real
Moz even spoke to him and said:
" you're just not funny
that's why you're on your own tonight.
you think you're so clever;
then why are you on your own tonight?
if you're so very entertaining
why are you on your own tonight?
if you're so terribly good looking
why bore in moz-solo tonight?
your sad life is worse than any other life,
that's why you're on your own tonight
with your spite and your smarms
and no-one resting in your arms.
it's so easy to laugh
it's so easy to hate
you've no guts to be gentle and kind.
love is natural and real
but not for you, you twat
not tonight, you twat.
love is natural and real
but not for such a c*** as you, you twat.
Oh Hectorr, I can feel my eyes glazing over again.
(repeat ad nauseam embellished with florid melismata)
 
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Thanks, Doc!
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Watch out for more "Songs for Wankorr" soon
 
> Please sing to the tune of "I Know It's Over"...

> Oh Hectorr, I can feel my eyes glazing over again,
> And as you start another empty thread
> Oh well, enough said.
> You know you're boring, still you cling
> You don't know where else you can go.
> Oh Hectorr, I can feel my eyes glazing over again
> you must see, it's not just me
> you're vile, you must trust me.
> Do you think you're unhealthy?
> Sad, failed, snide:you're so crappy.
> Loathsome fool, you're a tool.
> Louche, clownish knobhead;
> Treat him swinely
> (although he needs you
> more than he loves you)
> He is so boring
> still he clings
> he don't know where else he can go.
> He is so boring
> he's an excuse for a man.
> But in his heart it was so real
> Moz even spoke to him and said:
> " you're just not funny
> that's why you're on your own tonight.
> you think you're so clever;
> then why are you on your own tonight?
> if you're so very entertaining
> why are you on your own tonight?
> if you're so terribly good looking
> why bore in moz-solo tonight?
> your sad life is worse than any other life,
> that's why you're on your own tonight
> with your spite and your smarms
> and no-one resting in your arms.
> it's so easy to laugh
> it's so easy to hate
> you've no guts to be gentle and kind.
> love is natural and real
> but not for you, you twat
> not tonight, you twat.
> love is natural and real
> but not for such a c*** as you, you twat.
> Oh Hectorr, I can feel my eyes glazing over again.
> (repeat ad nauseam embellished with florid melismata)
I LOVE IT. DRAMA QUEEN, he is
 
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